dating

I. I don’t know what to do with this…
Is it a mess?
Some may say “yes.” And others may say “no,
wait for it to fall to dust
then grow
again.”

II. That was the first poem I wrote about you
though I’ve wanted to for quite some time,
I was practicing patience in place of poetry
in hopes that the discipline might bring favor upon this-
which is nothing more yet
than just me writing a little about you.

You’re one of those songs
Leading me to the apple orchards
Unlacing my sneakers
And whispering “let’s go”
You sing as we leap through the trees
Breathlessly, I let out a love filled sigh
Whimsy fills my lungs
As I open my mouth to sing along

I dream of the day you hand me a deep fried love letter in the rocking carriage of a Ferris wheel. You’ll wipe the joy from my chin when I take my first bite, and we will finish it together while sitting at the top of the ride; the stars kissing the tops of our heads.